A Roman Palette

ColorTherapy

Ah, the eternal city. To step in and see it up close and personal is to revel in 3000 years of history, still quite alive and kicking. I haven’t been to Rome in a while and I forget what a complete feast for the senses it is, including color.

There’s a quality of light here unlike any other. It bathes the landscape and architecture in a golden pink light that also produces the blackest shadows. I can’t get enough of making wide laps around the old city via bicycle, by which you drink in ancient monuments to art and intellect at a rapid pace.

Buildings are painted deepest ochre and the same sorbet pinks you find along the Riviera, yet it’s all so masculine somehow. There’s a passion and sensuality to the street life, and an embracing of age that you simply don’t see in the States. I find myself taking more photos of old walls then of statues or people. And when it comes to pattern, ornament and adornment, the Romans did it like no other culture.